Volk plummeted down, his body stretched and twisted in the strange kaleidoscope of colors and shapes around him.
A chaotic blur of shimmering light and unfathomable darkness surrounded him.
The sensation of weightlessness turned to an all-consuming, pulling force that yanked at him from every direction, like he was being unspooled through space itself.
His vision warped, narrowing to a pinpoint before expanding again, colors flashing and swirling in dizzying patterns.
His ears rang with a high-pitched whine that rose to a fever pitch, drowning out all thought and reason.
WHOOOOOOMPH!
Another tug pulled at him, harder than before, a pull so intense it felt like his very bones might dislocate.
His skin burned, the force tearing at him as though it meant to scatter him across this strange void.
"Raaaaaagh!"
He snarled, but his voice vanished into the endless maw around him, lost in the terrible, roaring silence.
